My son shared with me that he and his pal were going on a one-hundred-eighty mile hike this past summer and I knew he’d never been on an overnight hike in his life so I sent him this. Let me preface this with the caveat that I am not a big hiker. I’ll go for a day hike if my wife drags me on some outing where the air is fresh and she gets to see a hawk but overnight adventure hiking I will not do…not since I discovered hotels. Sleeping on the ground with no pillow to snuggle

Bill Maher did a bit the other night on Apocalypse movies and it stirred up an old thought. Why are Apocalyptic movies so popular? We happily shell out hard cash to watch the end of humanity all the while secretly or subconsciously reveling in the notion that an unstoppable virus or a massive asteroid will all but wipe us out. Admit it…part of you is thinking…how cool would that be! Just think of how much quieter it would get. Give it a moment….no police sirens, fire trucks,

I bet half the time you tap your horn at a car seemingly parked under a green light…if it’s not some bonehead tapping out a message on his phone or a carb-starved desperado making a panicked lunge to unwrap and cram a breakfast burrito past quivering lips…it’s somebody lost down the rabbit hole. You know how this goes…I’m pretty sure we all do it…usually, it’s a thought, three thoughts down the road from an NPR news story or song on the radio. Often this happens to me during